SHAKESPEARE'S SONGS
3
From The Tempest.
WHERE THE BEE SUCKS
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
